Doctor Ella Love Story
147. S2 - Betting

You're a work of art

Not everyone will understand you

But...

The one who do

Will never forget you

(*You are part of an art

Not everyone can understand you

But nevertheless...

Someone who can understand

I will never forget you).

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"Let me kiss if I win?" Linggar showed his sly smile.

"Haaaah?"

"Where would you like to?" The crowbar is a little urgent.

"You're crazy!" Ditha grunted furiously.

"Judah if you don't want to. Play it easy. I don't get anything either."

"Who.lho...Naw! I can't do it donk!" Ditha protested Linggar.

"That's why donk's encouragement!"

Ditha was silent, thinking for a moment before finally giving up. "OK deh. Watch out if you lose!"

"Hahaha sip deh, get more excited!" Linggad exuberance can win the debate with Ditha. Well although not necessarily win the race as well. What matters is the chance for his kiss.

After finishing their lunch, Linggar invited Ditha to the race registration section. Registering his participation in the race at 3 o'clock at the same time rent a motocross to use his training and teach Ditha to play. Do not forget to transfer their betting money also amounted to 10 million rupiah.

"There are three kinds of circuits. There are 500 meters for beginners and exercises. The circuit we're heading to now. There's a 2 kilo meter medium, that's our right. And the last one is usually used race that is 8 kilo meters. In front of it is a great circuit." Linggar explained.

"Oh so you're gonna fight 8 kilos?" Ditha made sure while observing the circuit terrain that seemed a bit difficult.

"Yes. Standard races usually wear that one."

"Be careful, Nggar. I guess the field is a bit horrified. That's a huge hurdle." Ditha was a little horrified to see the sand dunes that had been laid out as a barrier in the circuit.

"Geri si nak, just ya have to be vigilant also emang if extreme sports gini." Linggar smiled in excitement seeing Ditha worried for her safety. Duh can be sweet this too is a girl.

The two approached a motorbike that had been rented Linggar for Ditha training. Linggar immediately rode it with Ditha paying close attention.

"Well, first ride on a regular bike. Set and position the stall as comfortable as your body can." The flag shows how it is arranged.

"A grip on the handlebar is important to note. There is a technique for this. Like this," Linggar gives an example. "Hand the handlebar firmly where the finger is positioned correctly."

"Every finger has a location that needs to be considered so as not to be wrong. Make sure your thumb, ring finger, and little finger hold the handlebar, while the index and middle fingers act as brake pullers and clutch levers." With more detail Linggar explained about how to put his fingers on the steering wheel of the motor.

Ditha watched closely, remembering Linggar's directions while occasionally practicing and imagining with her own fingers.

"Almost the same as riding an ordinary motorcycle at the core. Only if you are not familiar with the style of handlebar grips like this initially rather stiff, long-time accustomed...Come on, try it." Linggar went down from his motocross and helped Ditha ride it.

"I'll see how he holds it?"

"Hmmmm like this?..." Ditha showed me how to grasp what Linggar had taught.

"Yes really like that. It's just a little less powerful than his grasp. Hold the strong so as not to bounce off the camera right through the incline or sharp corners." Linggar touched both fingers Ditha who grasped the handlebar. Somehow there was a strange sigh in his chest when their skin touched.

Quickly Linggar pulled his hand and distanced his body from the girl. But the moment their eyes met the murmur was back there, the sighs and vibrations that felt pleasant in the chest.

"Nyalain the engine, continue to run slowly first on safe roads. If it's normal later just speeding and try some obstacles..." Linggar gave his final instructions.

Ditha just according to run the motor slowly. Still very stiff. Several times the circuit round he did until he felt accustomed to the motocross rides.

"Wohooooo's...It's so cool, Nggar! Original exclaim!" Ditha exclaimed in excitement a few minutes later after getting used to controlling her bike. Even the girl has increased her speed and tried to pass some obstacles in the form of sand dunes or sharp bends.

"Yes, yes.but the real drive. Look ahead. Concentrate!" Linggar smiled at Ditha's excited reaction. Ketar-ketir also actually squirms the girl is cross like that. But if Ditha seems safe.

Linggar accompanied Ditha toying for a few minutes later. Before changing himself who rode the motorbike for just a warm-up. Relax his body and get used again to holding the motor control so as not to stiffen.

Exactly at three o'clock the race committee asked the five racers to immediately gather to do a short break about the rules of the game. Linggar and his four opponents gathered together and took the draw to determine the motor used and the starting position.

For the affairs of motor equipment accommodation has been handled by the circuit committee. While the participants' safety equipment is also distributed to be worn immediately before the game starts.

Linggar and Ditha also immediately approached the metallic red motor that will be ridden Linggar later. The waist checks the state of the motor starting from the wheels, brakes, handlebar to other small details. Do not want any small mistakes that can interfere or endanger him in the match later.

Then Linggar installed all his safety equipment. Starting from knee protectors, elbows, gloves, chest protectors, shoes, to glasses and helmets. Completely combat ready it looks.

"Uhm...How can you be horrified, Nggar," Ditha was a little afraid to also see the preparation of this race. I think this is really a risky game and can be fatal and dangerous as well.

"Why? It is safe to wear this. Don't worry. I'll be Ok." The flag tried to calm.

"Jude, you be careful. Don't speed anything important."

"Hahahaha that kayak is not a race donk. He said he had to win?" Linggar laughed at Ditha who was worried about him. Seneng is also considered so.

"Don't win, neither will pa-pa. What matters is that you're diving." Ditha had forgotten her winning wish. Lose the same worry.

"Please, Dith. I'm sure I won...Let's get a kiss from you." Linggar patted the peak of Ditha's head lightly.

"Promise me you will. Don't push yourself too much." Ditha was still worried. Can not imagine if something happened to Linggar, to the young master of Pradana group because of him. Duh can stir up the whole martial world.

"Yes...Da...You love the spirit and doain from the edge of the circuit, yes." Linggar orders Ditha to the periphery of the circuit as the match is about to begin.

Still anxiously Ditha walked to the periphery of the circuit. Take a sitting position on the podium that can see the whole circuit. I don't know why his eyes can't get away from that guy. From Linggar who was preparing to take a position on his bike with his four opponents.

"The princess was very worried about niye with the prince." Unwittingly Ditha, Lisa and some of her female friends were already next to her seating position.

Ditha was silent not to answer, still lazy to serve Lisa. This model girl how can she be his ex Linggar? Nothing better than what? angryness.

"Well, it's natural that princess Sampoerna has never felt the thrill of motocross racing. Just met and just learned? Is it deliberately pretend not to be taught with Linggar?" Lisa's return is unclear. It seems Lisa is jealous.

Jealous of the closeness and affection Linggar and Ditha showed from earlier. Even Linggar is usually indifferent to him first even though they have a boyfriend status. In other girls it is the same. At best just messing with the beautiful girls doank. Why is Linggar now willing to teach Ditha ride motocross was so? How far along is their relationship?

"Whatever..." Ditha lazily responded to Lisa.

"How do you know Linggar? The matchmaking? Political engagement? The marriage of two business empires?...Huh typical sultan's game."

"You need to know yes, the girl Linggar is many and beautiful before. You think you can get her love with that tomboy face? Don't dream!"

"While you'll be engaged to your high-class political game, Linggar will never be attracted to a woman who isn't as beautiful as you hehehe" Lisa ended her chatter with a hideous, devil-like laugh.

"Shut up your fvcking mouth!" Ditha is really emotional now. There could be a girl with a beautiful face but has a venomous mouth like Lisa. What an irony, beautiful face but rotten heart.

"The match has begun!" One of Lisa's friends told her to stop the debate between the two sultans.

Ditha was watching closely the ongoing match. His sight could not be separated from Linggar with his red motocross. Anxious about the guy. But it looks like Linggar is already very adept at driving that vehicle, maybe there is really nothing to worry about.

Not until half a round Linggar can already lead the match, leaving his opponents behind. But when passing through a fairly large sand dune, it looks like the Linggar motor is a little slippery when landing. Makes it a little bit smudge almost fall.

Ditha immediately stood up from her chair so worried. It felt like Ditha's heart stopped beating for a moment to look at her. You're not pa-pa, are you, nggar?

Opponent Linggar immediately followed the leading position. Linggar immediately improved his position and returned to his motocross with increasing speed. And exactly a few meters before the finish finally Linggar can overtake his opponents. Touch the finish line in first position.

Ditha immediately jumped up and down in excitement to see the victory of Linggar. Then he ran towards the circuit. Approaching the man who was receiving congratulations from his opponents as well as the circuit crew who were watching the match.

Somehow Ditha immediately ran over and hugged Linggar's body very tightly. Relieved, very relieved because Linggar managed to survive this match. Even further the man won the match as he promised.

A deed that can ignite the flames of jealousy Lisa and her friends to see both of them who look very friendly.

"Yourmighty..." Linggar whimpering in pain. I don't know why his chest hurt so much when he was depressed by Ditha's embrace earlier. Why yes? Was there a bruise due to the impact on his chest with the handlebar of the slip-fitting motor earlier?

"Fear? You why?" Ditha hurriedly released her embrace which made Linggar groan in pain. Confused as well. Is Linggar hurt?

"It looks like my chest is bruised slightly due to the impact with the handlebar earlier..."

"Time on the mound?...Is there anything else? Any other injuries?" Ditha was worried about him.

"Nothing. That's just it. I'm Ok..." Linggar tried to calm Ditha down..."But you still owe me two promises, you know," He continued with a triumphant grin. Reminds me of Ditha's promise.

"What is pa-pa? Sorry, because of me you're the one who's willing to win." Ditha felt more guilty.

"I'm Fine, Ditha... Just relax. Let's get the prize." Linggar took Ditha's hand to the race committee. Take care of administration, rewards, taxes, and treat money for all those present watching their matches.

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